Hello, my name is Canada. Now, before you ask 'Who is that?', Let me tell you something. I am the second largest country in the world (the largest being Russia, but whatever) and I am also a very developed country and am one of the wealthier nations. And also, think about all of my land area (3,854,082 miles squared, in case you didn't know) in miles, and imagine managing to skim over, completely ignore, and forget every single one of them. I learned that yes, it is very possible to do this. Hah, I bet that if I'll ask you who I am now, you won't remember. No cheating, either. (I'm Canada...)

Despite what everyone thinks, I do not mind being ignored. I wish I was ignored more often, anyways. Because when someone does manage to see me, the space in the corner, the ghost in the chair, or the creepy lurker ( Some of the security guards thought I looked suspicious ), my brother is seen instead of me. We may share the longest border in the world, but we aren't the closest of brothers. We aren't twins!. Canada. America. It doesn't even sound the same! I even carry a first aid kit at all times now, because you never know when shady gansters look for America but beat up Canada instead. (Cuba has brass knuckles, in case you didn't know). I remember the first time England ever yelled at me. His voice was enough to scare away all the birds within a hundred mile radius.

"You bloody wanker! Alfred, how dare you sabatage all of my teas! Do you know how expensive they are?! Just because you have enough money to splurge on burgers doesn't give you the bloody right to touch my tea! How the hell did you pass through all my locks?!And- Wait, what's wrong? What are you crying? Whatever fool, I'm going home."

I was eleven years old, and I think he had a fight with France before all of it happened. He never used to raise his voice at me, and I remember being so confused. Until it happened more often. It still happens now. Examples:

"Amérique! What are you doing here? You owe me thirty bucks!" -France.

"I know what you did to my panda, aru! What the hell?!" -China.

"You become one with Russia, da?" -Russia ( Although I don't know if it was really meant for America... )

"America-san... I'm afraid I can't talk to you for the rest of the day, It seems everyone doesn't like you currently." -Japan (He doesn't talk to me anyways, so whatever.)

Just a few examples. I'm sure there are more, but if I told you all of them, I would stand here for an hour. Honest. And lately, that's all I've been hearing. I'm NOT America, Alfred, America's hat, or the empty space at the table. Do you still remember who I am?

I'm Canada...Just in case...

Today is another world meeting. Of course, we never get anything done, so it's no wonder why the economy can sometimes be a mess. The meeting starts at ten, but I usually leave by nine thirty. A good walk in the morning always does me good. But before I leave, I have to feed my adorable polar bear, named Kumajirou. By the way, where is he? "Oh Kuma? Kuma! Breakfast!"

"..."

Damn...

"Don't make me do this, Kuma... It's the last one.."

"..." Fine. I see how he is.

"IT'S SALMON!" I yelled. It's the last salmon in the fridge... I actually do like salmon, but Kumajirou eats it before I can even have a taste. I felt a breeze and then a pain on my right leg.

"Hungry..."

I stomped to my fridge, and pulled out a the salmon, while geting the milk and eggs out. The minute I dropped the fish into the bowl, it was in the paws of Kuma. So far so good... I mixed up a quick batch of pancakes and put it on the pan. Just because I'm quick on time, doesn't mean that I can't make good pancakes. Maple syrup. Forks. Plates. Breakfast. Yummy.

Five minutes and I already had the 'cakes on the plate. We both munched in silence, polar bear to country personification. While I was munching, there was another pain, this time on my left leg. "Yes, Kuma?"

"..." I looked down.

"What's wrong?"

"Who are you?" He asked. My spirit drooped until I even pushed away my pancakes. Do you still remember who I am?

"I'm Canada."

I was right on time for the meeting. I would've been there earlier, but I walked a little more slowly than usual. The weather was nice enough, though. I'm not going to say America's weather is great all the time ( why we have meetings in America, I don't know ) but it was okay. I would've preferred rain, if anybody would listen.

"There aren't ANY good English pubs around here...Alfred, why..."

"Oh hush Angleterre. Try the French one around the corner in that little avenue," France said. He at least looked better than Britain, who looked like he got ran over by a truck.

"When is it time to switch to England? I guarantee that all of you will be happy living over there! They have good beer-WHOOPS-I mean tea, and the food is better," Arthur slurred. Everyone , including me, cringed visibly. And for once, Arthur was so drunk he didn't even notice. I guess he partied a little too hard last night. Suddenly, a voice in the corner piped up.

"You talk about good beer? Germany has good beer! I don't know what they put in it but it's delicious and it tastes good with pasta and it's the best and there's wurst-"

"ITALY, what have I told you? I don't have 'good' beer, I have the BEST beer!"

"Ya, it's more awesome than America's!"Prussia yelled. Germany just rolled his eyes. Then the door literally flew off its hinges.

"DID SOMEONE SAY AMERICA?!" And speak of the devil...… But he still continued.

"You had to have been talking about me! And the weather's nice outside! Right China?"

"Whatever, aru. Get out of my way, please,"China said. He stepped through, with another person on his heels.

"China-kun, I really would like to know where you got all those plushie pandas," Japan inquired.

"MOVE, YOU TOMATO BASTARD! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO SLOW?!AND GIVE ME MY TOMATO BACK!" (Guess who?)

"My little Lovi, can't you see this tomato is bruised? Here, have another one," Antonio said. I still don't know how he has room for all those tomatoes in his pocket, but I don't think he ever runs out. Finally, it looked like everyone was almost here. We are just missing...

"You save seat for Russia, da?"

Everyone looked towards the doorway (technically there wasn't a door anyways...) and it seemed everyone shuddered. Don't get me wrong, Russia's great and all, but...He creeps me out a little. Every time he even just stands there, it seems like his aura turns a shade of deep purple, and his pipe is always in his hand like he's ready to use it. I tried to talk to him once, but if you were talking to a person with a solid, metal pipe in their hands, what would you do?

"Yes...So, is everyone accounted for?" Arthur asked.

Both Lovino and Antonio spoke at the same time. "Si."

"Da." -Russia.

"Oui." -France.

"Duh!" -America.

"Hai." -Japan.

"Shi de." -China.

"Do I get pasta?" -Italy.

"Ja." -Germany.

"Is this over yet?" -Prussia.

And now me. "I'm he-"

"Okay then for today's meeting, China will make noodles, Arthur makes, well, nothing, Germany will make wurst, and everyone will be my supporters!"

"While you do what? Inhale burgers and shakes?" Arthur asked.

"No, idiot! I'll be THE HERO!"

Again, another meeting with no progress.

"And Canada will be the manager of the supporters!"

At that statement, all eyes were on Prussia. Then I saw the blank faces, but I couldn't blame them. Even I was surprised. In three, two, one...

"Who?!" -Everyone.

Hello, how are you? (Insert response here) Oh my gosh, that's fabulous! Anyways, How did you like this story? Should I continue? Why am I asking you all these questions? Please rate & review if you liked. ( sorry for any spelling & grammar mistakes ) Bye Moustachians! ( I love moustaches... )